The Harvest Moon

Chapter two

Hearing gravel under the tires, and feeling the vibrations of the uneven road, I awoke. The moon was low, which means the sun would be rising soon. My head was throbbing, and I could feel a knot on my forehead near my hairline.

“Looks like you woke up just in time.” Dylan said as he slowed the car to a halt. “we are here.” as he was getting out of the car I took the chance to look around. All I could see was trees, trees, and more trees. Unhooking my seatbelt I noticed a man was walking out of the house in front of us. Dressed in black slacks and a white button up shit. His hair was graying but his face was youthful. Light brown eyes that look as if they’ve aged. He seemed flushed. Dylan opened my door and pulled me out of the car.

“Sir, I thought you were staying at the misses house for the week.” the aged man said looking at me and then Dylan,

“Well this little lady here shot her. So now Jackie is dead. Ash.” Dylan was leading me into the house, we past the aged man and he looked shocked.

“Sir, why is she still alive than, Jackie was your mate.” Dylan didn’t seem to care what this man had to say, thankfully.

I stood in the parlor, everything was antique. Old but well kept. Ahead of me there was a stair way, but behind the stairs I could see a door. To my right was a door way, which seemed to lead to a living area.

“Let go.” Dylan held onto my upper arm leading me up the stairs. “where are you taking me.” but he wouldn’t respond.

Walking up the stairs, he was gripping my arm tighter and yelled down to what it seemed to be butler, “Don’t disturbed us.” instantly I got worried, what exactly did he have planned to were we must not be disturbed.

“let me go.” but again he just ignored me. At the top of the stairs was a landing and you could only go left. To the right was a wall, painted a dark red with a photo of a forest at sunset. To the left was a banister that stopped after about four meters, which then led into a hallway. Dark and damp looking. He shoved me against the wall, “ listen woman, I told you to keep your mouth shut twice already. Do I need to shut it for you?” his words said anger but his eyes said pleasure. He was enjoying this, making me fear him.

Before I could respond he opened a door and pushed me through. It was a bedroom,, a grand one a that. As soon as you walk into the room you see a four post king bed. Black satin sheets and a thick black comforter. On each side of the bed was a night stand, metal legs that supported a glass top. To the left of the bed was a window, a rather large window. It was a bay window that had a seat below it. There was a sitting area that had a deep red sofa with black throw pillows. A glass table that sat below a large flat screen TV. Ok so everything in the house wasn’t antique.

Dylan walked to the bed, still with a firm grip on me.

“take your shirt off.” I did as he said, only taking my button up shirt off, leaving my tank top on.

“don’t act cute, both of your shirts. Now.” he growled. I didn’t.

“no.”

“what?”

“I said no!” I yelled which was a mistake.

“Fine, I’ll do it for you.” instantly I turned to run out the bedroom, but he grabbed my shirt. “you could have just taken it off your self, but it seems im just going to have to rip it off.” only his grip slipped and I ran for the door. Making it down the stairs and out the front door. I kept on running, not looking back. Passing trees down the dirt road. I could hear him calling after me, but I didn’t hear him running. I decided I would go thro the trees, hide and catch my breath. As I sat, squatted down behind some tree I saw the butler run right past me down the road. But no Dylan.